#but I love Jason and dick

[yap-city]

I really would love to make a big long post about Jason and Dick’s relationship and the really unique dynamic you get when you have a huge age gap with your older sibling, but every time I try to talk about them I end up getting so off topic because like. I can’t help projecting SO HARD. Because I LIVED that shit.

(Very personal ramble under the cut that’s only really tangentially related to Jason and Dick)

I was 11, and for the first time in my life, I had a sister. A stepsister, one who was almost a decade older than me and was never around, but a sister nonetheless.

She was loud. She was confrontational. She wanted nothing to do with me. She once had a screaming match with my mother because she didn’t want to go apple picking. Apple picking.

She was also brave, and outgoing, and she walked into every room like she was daring someone to tell her she didn’t belong. She was a fuck up and she owned it. Landed on her feet just to prove she could, just to spite everyone who told her she would fail. She picked fights and rode four wheelers and stayed out past 2AM, and I remember looking up at her and thinking, holy shit, you are everything I’ve ever wanted to be and can never become.

She wanted nothing to do with me. I wanted to be her. I hated her. I wanted her to move back in but also never come home again. For years, nearly every conversation we had was just awkward enough to be hostile. Our parents so obviously treated me differently than they’d ever treated her, and every tiny thing I got away with drove another wedge between my sister and the rest of us.

But also.

Also, she picked me up from school once and took me out for frozen yogurt, just the two of us.

Also, I got really overwhelmed the day we moved into our new house, and she took me to see Incredibles 2 in theaters so I could have a break from all the packing.

Also, once, we were at a family member’s funeral—a family member from my mom’s side, who my sister didn’t even really know—and my mom stood up to give the eulogy and I was sobbing, and without a single word my sister reached out, tugged me into her side, and let me cry on her shoulder. And I stayed there getting snot on her nice dress even after my mom sat back down. I stayed there the whole service, and she never gave me shit for it. Didn’t even bring it up, not once.

Also, when I was in high school, she came home in the middle of the night with a new tattoo. And she told me our parents didn’t know yet, just me. And she smiled at me like it was our little secret. And I felt so nice.

I’m not saying it was perfect. It wasn’t even good, most of the time. I’m just saying that in between the distance and the passive aggression and the snark, there were movie nights and hugs and little moments I treasured like fucking gold. I’m just saying that she was always my sister. The word felt weird, at first, but nowadays it comes to me as easy as breathing. Even though I can’t remember the last time I called her that to her face.

And sometimes I just see a panel of Jason and Dick, acting the way you act with a person you love so fiercely even though they feel like a stranger. And I think about last Christmas, when my sister and I both came home to visit, and she hugged me. She hesitated for a second, like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to hug me, but she still did it. It wasn’t easy, but it was still nice.

Sometimes I look at Jason and Dick and think “I hope, even after everything, you still have moments that are just nice.”

[batsandbirdsandothers]

De-aged Jason Todd and his morally-grey parental figures + Dick

[murdersansy]

Back to my roots. The batfamily that I used to draw when I started posting on Tumblr.

I call it "always an older brother."

That's all folks.

[noodles-and-tea]

Ok but does adult Dick still get star eyes when he sees Superman, as his hero or does he keep his fangirling low key now that he works along side him, as Nightwing?

(I love your art OP thank you for sharing your art with us!)

He keeps it professional on the field but the second superman is out of sight he reverts to fangirling.

[everwalldigan]

To anyone who thinks Bruce has a clear and consistent favourite child I raise you this: it is infinitely funnier for Bruce to have a complicated and elaborate “ranking” system of his kids that only he’s privy to.

Picture this: Batman, dosed with truth serum, gets asked as a gag from one of the goons holding him captive who his favourite bat-vigilante is and instead of giving a straight answer, he launches into this whole explanation about the ranking system and who’s in the current lead, who’s hanging behind, etc. At some point (this is a mystery to everyone involved) a whiteboard appears and he starts explaining his system like he’s a football coach before an important match. Out of nowhere he starts pulling out little cardboard cutouts of his kids and pins them to the board. At some point the red string comes out.

Jason hasn’t killed someone in a week? Automatically promoted to favourite. Tim hasn’t caused an international incident in the past month? Puts him a few points ahead that keep decreasing the longer he refuses real sleep (20 minute power naps don’t count Tim! Says powernap inventor Bruce Wayne). Cass gave him a hug this morning and wished him a good day? Favourite until he gets a call from dick telling him (without shouting!!!!) that he’ll be there for this week’s Sunday dinner. Duke accidentally scratches the Batmobile? Demoted to the “in trouble” zone (which, honestly, that’s where his kids spend most of the time in😭). Damian did not attempt to free all the animals in the zoo they visited? Favourite. Until Bruce found out he was just trying to conceal the cat hidden in his room that Bruce explicitly forbade him from keeping.

Dick arrives at the family dinner with a busted shoulder and a bruise the size of Texas on his face? Gets demoted so far down that even azraeil scores higher than him. He’s in the “in trouble” zone for a constant month after that. Oh one of them survived an almost death? Favourite for at least the next week. At least. Multiple people survive an almost death? EVERYONES the favourite. The least favourite is the growing grey hairs on his head.

The end of day results are decided by who bothers to wish him goodnight and if all of them have fucked up in some way the past week then Jon (Kent) becomes the automatic favourite until someone cracks a joke that Bruce actually finds funny.

The favourite child changes daily, hourly even, and his kids are aware this system exists and keep trying to crack the code but he always Knows and just smirks smugly.

[goldfishinaplasticbag]

jason todd for a very generous donor via @dcforgaza! i couldn’t help myself when i heard this audio—instantly knew i had to make an animatic lol

[lokutofu]

The boys for a friend 😌💝

[n0tsketchyy]

Seeing your supposedly dead son on the highway

(Still alive guys, enjoy this shit art❤️)

[wondersimp]

*Someone asks Dick to pass the salt*

Damian: …Grayson, how do you tell apart someone addressing you by the name ‘Dick,’ from one who is insulting you by the genitalia word ‘dick?’

Dick: …Well, um

Jason: He can’t.

Dick: What no, of course I-!

Jason: *maintains eye contact* Trust me, You. Can’t.

Dick: *stares* How often are calling me a Dick and not my name?

Tim: *without looking up from his phone* Oh, it’s usually used synonymously.

Dick:

Damian: I see. *goes back to eating*

Dick: *mentally questions every time someone’s said his name*

[nondistinctmeganerd]

I know that its fairly common for Jason to have blue eyes that turn green when the pit is active, but I support that Jason's eyes are just bright green now. They don't necessarily glow all the time, but they are notably green.

The first time that Jason takes his helmet off in front of the family after his resurrection Dick won't stop staring at him and Bruce keeps glancing at him when he thinks Jason can't see it.

Jason starts taking off his helmet less because the blatant reminder that he came back different, changed, wrong.

Then Damian shows up and starts talking about how both of them inherited their mother's eyes (he refuses to listen to anyone trying to tell him it doesn't work that way)

Slowly but surely, when Jason takes off his helmet and looks in the mirror, instead of seeing wrongness staring back at him, all he can see is his baby brother's eyes.

[prlssprfctn]

Give me Bruce and Jason, who are not on the war path anymore, but they are still awkward and absolutely clueless on how to make things up, so they pretend that they need something from each other in order to spend some time together. Even if these things are absolutely simple, and both of them could handle it themselves, if they wanted to.

Bruce, calling Jason in the random Friday night: So, Alfred left for a week. And I promised kids to do a homemade cake for them. And you know how useless I am in the kitchen. So.

Jason, who knows that Bruce is, in fact, not useless in the kitchen, but low-key misses cooking with him, because the last time they did it, it was Alfred's birthday before his death, and they did the cake together: Theoretically, I agree.

Bruce, sighing in relief: Theoretically, I will need you in Manor tomorrow in the morning. And I theoretically will pay for that.

Jason: Theoretically, see you tomorrow.

Bruce: Theoretically, thank you.

Jason, dealing Bruce in the middle of the night: Old man. Bail me out of the prison. I am in CGDP's building.

Bruce, knowing well that Jason wouldn't be caught in the first place, if he didn't want all of this to happen, and even if he did, he would easily escape without him, getting involved, but also knowing that today is anniversary of the day Bruce adopted Jason, and it is his way to spend time together: ...Okay. May I ask what did you do?

Jason: ...Stole Gordon's tires.

Bruce, stifling his laughter: I see. I will be here in a few minutes.

[ffaelix]

bruce wayne absolutely keeps every single drawing, card, and handmade gift his kids have ever given him. like, every single one. no matter how messy, weird, or even accidentally insulting (looking at you, jason’s “world’s okayest dad” mug from when he was thirteen), he keeps them all.

he has a drawer in his desk with the “important” ones—like the first time dick called him dad in a scribbled crayon card, or the weird but endearing origami bat tim made when he was sleep-deprived.

but the real collection? it’s in a reinforced, locked safe in the batcave.

alfred found out once when he caught bruce carefully putting away a pile of random childhood drawings. when asked why he had an entire safe dedicated to them, bruce just muttered something about “sentimental value” and refused to elaborate.

but really, he just can’t bear to part with them. his kids may not always say it, but those little gifts? they were proof that, in their own way, they loved him. and no matter how much time passed, no matter how rocky their relationships got, he never wanted to forget that.

..

years later, damian finds the safe.

he’s not even trying to snoop—he was looking for something important, something mission-critical, and instead, he finds this. a locked safe, hidden behind a shelf in the batcave, coded with one of bruce’s personal encryptions. naturally, he assumes it holds classified files, maybe contingency plans, or something worthy of all the security.

he hacks it in under five minutes.

when the door swings open, damian stares.

it’s not secret mission files. it’s not weapons or emergency cash. it’s… drawings? old birthday cards? a lopsided clay model of a bat (which he immediately recognizes as drake’s terrible handiwork)?

his eyes narrow as he pulls out a faded crayon drawing—one of his, from when he was younger. it’s him, a wobbly little stick figure, standing next to bruce in an oversized bat symbol. he vaguely remembers making it, but he definitely doesn’t remember bruce keeping it.

“tt.” he huffs, shoving it back in the safe. ridiculous. sentimental. pointless.

and yet…

when bruce walks into the cave later that night, he finds the safe locked again, nothing out of place—except for one new addition. a freshly drawn sketch, carefully folded and placed on top of the pile.

it’s of the whole family. him, grayson, todd, drake, cain—everyone. standing together.

bruce doesn’t say anything about it.

but the next morning, damian notices that his drawing isn’t in the safe anymore. it’s framed on bruce’s desk.

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick (Nightwing) and Jason (Robin) stare at Bruce. One sports pleading eyes, the other a shit eating grin. There’s a child between them with black hair and blue eyes.

Bruce, he doesn’t know what’s happening but he doesn’t like it: No.

Dick, grinning: He’s our younger brother now.

Jason, nodding seriously: You’re not gonna take him from us.

Tim, got kidnapped while taking photos of patrol, just happy to be there: Where’s the Batcave?

Bruce: what.

Dick, grinning wider: He’s ours now.

[anyknotrants]

Tim: hey Dick, which do you thing Kon would like more?

Tim: *holds up 2 pairs of earrings, one sapphire, on diamond*

Dick: I don't know probaby, the sapphire

Tim: *nods and puts the diamond away*

Dick: what's the special occasion, anyway?

Tim: hm?

Dick: why are you buying Kon the earrings, is it your anniversary or something?

Tim: oh no, I just like buying stuff for him

Dick: *starts laughing*

Tim: what?

Dick: oh god, you're his sugar daddy!

Tim, blushing: I'm not- you buy expensive shit for Wally all the time! You're his sugar daddy!

Dick: I prefer the term; 'rich boyfriend',

Tim: ...

Tim and Dick: *turns to look at Jason*

Jason, checking out arrow-shaped ruby necklace: *looks up*

Jason: ... I plead the fifth

[ahfrickenfrick]

nightwing being hurt in the field, and over comms he can’t get out what was wrong, nearly in shock, and jason puts on his best batman™️ voice and says “robin, report.”

and it snaps dick out of it enough to say concussion, possible broken ribs, and a gash in his side.

no one talks about it, and then a year later, damian does the same thing to tim

[brucedefender4eva]

Kid Jason gets so mad at all the mean comments that people write about Bruce online, cause he knows it’s not true and it never will be

And he’s ranting to Bruce, who is just smiling softly at him while Dick lies on the couch nearby, rolling his eyes since he was forced to be there and try to heal his relationship with Bruce.

“Why don’t you care more about this, Dad? They’re being so… well, horrible!”

Bruce taps his fingers on his desk before pulling Jason closer, hoisting the small boy onto his lap. “When people say those mean things about me online, I just think, it’s nowhere near what I’ve said about myself.” Bruce shrugs, incorrectly assuming that this would somehow calm his son. “It puts it all into perspective.”

Jason makes a pitiful, wounded sound and hugs Bruce tightly. Bruce doesn’t necessarily understand why what he said ignited such a reaction, but he loves hugs from Jason, so he hugs him back happily

Dick is still lying down on the couch, his face obscured from view by the book he was reading, hiding the devastated expression on his face.

The boys have a telepathic communication moment where they agree to hunt down the motherfuckers who keep saying bad things about their Dad. They can’t decide whether it’s better that Bruce doesn’t feel bad, or it’s bad that he thinks worse stuff about himself.